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... up, his pale eyes as cool as ever. Ming Dongheng dared not probe further. His hand trembled, and he quickly averted his gaze, placing his hand on the steering wheel.
He quickly stepped on the accelerator.
In the back seat, Jiang Fulai turned off one light, leaving only one on for Jiang He to sleep, and unfastened a button on his shirt.
He reached for the phone on the partition and dialed a series of numbers.
“Young Master,” the voice on the other end of the phone ...
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